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"Oh, it's your birthday!" Tori was overjoyed since she found a topic to converse about with the stranger. "And you're 125! Wow, and not ten minutes ago, I was sitting at the inn, thinking myself old..." She laughed heartily, with a bit of relief, but then that laughter turned into something awkward. "Uh... not that I think you're old or anything, sir... You look quite young now that I look at you closely." She smiled reassuringly and hurried in order to catch up to the stranger.

It was his birthday, it was only polite to congratulate and offer up to buy drinks or food or anything. Not that she had anything else to do until her night job at a warehouse. Tori look intensely at the elf man's profile, taking in his features. Yes, he was handsome and youthful. The elves were lucky, they got to live for a thousands of years, their appearance never changing. She could go for about another decade without getting frown lines.

"Um, sir..." She quickened her pace, stepping in front of the elf in order to stop him from taking those long steps she couldn't catch up to. "I would like to congratulate you, but I don't even know your name."